Page 86 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

interested in fuckwittage.'

'What about you, this week? First you completely ignore me like some Hitler
Youth ice-maiden, then you turn into an irresistible sex kitten, looking at me
over the computer with not so much 'come-to-bed' as just 'come' eyes, and now
suddenly you're Jeremy Paxman.'

We stared at each other transfixed like two African animals at the start of a

fight on a David Attenborough programme. Then suddenly Daniel turned on his
heel and walked off to the pub, leaving me to stagger, stunned, back to the
office, where I dived to the loo, locked the door and sat down, staring crazily at
the door with one eye. Oh God.

5 p.m. Har har. Am marvellous. Feeling v. pleased with self. Had top-level post-

works crisis meeting in Café Rouge with Sharon, Jude and Tom, who were all
delighted with, the Daniel outcome, each convinced it was because I had
followed their advice. Also Jude had heard survey on the radio that by the turn of
the millennium a third of all households will be single, therefore proving that at
last we are no longer tragic freaks. Shazzer guffawed and said, 'One in three?
Nine out of ten, more like.' Sharon maintains men - present company (i.e. Tom)
excepted, obviously - are so catastrophically unevolved that soon they will just

be kept by women as pets for sex, therefore presumably these will not count as
shared households as the men will be kept outside in kennels. Anyway, feeling v.
empowered. Tremendous. Think might read bit of Susan Faludi's Backlash.

5 a.m. Oh God, am so unhappy about Daniel. I love him.